Wednesday, March 25, 2009

funk DESTROYED!

My predictions were right. A little Tuesday evening derby action totally cured my funk.

Last Sunday, we skated in the St-Patrick's Parade, so I'd switched my wheels to outdoor wheels and forgot to switch back to indoor wheels. This made me a little shakier on my skates just because the wheels are narrower and have a slightly curved edge which totally threw me off balance when I landed on it at one point. It was fun though. I have a nice bruise on my thigh as a result.

I often feel that now that I've made a team, everytime I don't bring out my A-game, I'm letting down a whole group of people. I feel their judging eyes. I feel my coaches watching me, analyzing my skating. Its intimidating. But then someone will offer me some advice or ask me to partner up with them in a drill or give me a high-five after teaming up with me in scrimmage, and all my insecurities vanish. I'm felling increasingly integrated in my team.

Now, to prevent myself from falling back into my funk, I've got an apt. to clean and some alone-time crafts to work on.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

funk

I don't particularly want to go to practice tonight. I'm just not feeling it. My brain hurts, my body hurts, my existence hurts. I believe that's what is called a funk. I'm stuck in a bit of a rut. Given the choice, I'd love to stay in bed all day reading books, watching movies and eating take out, but that's a guaranteed ticket to depression-land. And I've been there before, so I'm going to face my funk head on. Gobble up a dose of exercise and adrenaline to send the blues away.

I'm of the opinion that derby cures everything. But I think right now, I'm feeling like derby has taken over my life almost too much and I could use a little bit of time to myself. Derby tonight, alone time tomorrow night.